perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

perfect sunday.

søndag var sånn ein perfekt dag. laurdags kveld kom derek, min flatmate frå paris til london! han sov på sofaen og på formiddagen tok me toget inn til byen for å gå på marknad og av tilfeldighet møtte me på kentaro pluss venn, veronica! me gjekk til ein svensk restaurant, drakk krokodilleøl og åt köttbullar og øvde på å sei köttbullar med alle sine små rare aksentar. så gjekk me på vintageshopping og kjøpte fine greier før me spelte ping-pong, vart desperat svoltne og avslutta kvelden med fish&chips og pimm’s. <3 på london bridge var eg heilt sikker på at det siste toget heim hadde gått allerede og når me fann ut at det ikkje hadde det vart eg så glad at eg skreik høgt på stasjonen og var euforisk lykkelig heile togturen heim.

 


sunday was a perfect day. saturday evening derek, my flatmate from paris, arrived at our apartment! he slept on the couch and around noon we took the train into the city to check out a marked and by coincidence we bumped into kentaro and his friend, veronica! we walked to a swedish restaurant with a friend of veronica’s, naima, drank crocodile beer and ate meatballs and laughed at their pronunciation of the swedish word köttbullar. then we went vintageshopping before we played ping-pong, and then, completely famished, ended the evening with fish&chips and pimm’s. <3! at london bridge i was completely certain that the last train had already gone and when we found out that it hadn’t i was so happy i screamed on the spot and had a stupid grin on my face all the way home.

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